Date: Fri, 4 Oct 2002 16:38:49 -0400
From: paul paris <shaksbeer@ureach.com>
Subject: Looking for Answers   Part 3

This story comes from my imagination. It is \fiction. The names of the
people with in have been changed and any similarity to places known or
otherwise is purely coincidental.

The subject matter is of some discussion at the moment due to its
nature. The relationship between a man and boys that contained sex, I do
not agree with this but it happens everywhere so ignoring it will not make
it go away. Trying to understand if an actual relationship is possible is
another matter.

If you are not of an adult disposition or do not like this subject then may
I suggest that you go back to Nifty's archives and choose a more
appropriate subject.

I thank Nifty for the chance to see a story published; also I want to thank
all of you who have sent email. The comments and thanks made this all
worthwhile.



			   Looking For Answer's

				 Chapter 3

I would normally have a great deal of work to do. The boys' visits had left
me all confused. I found myself making more and more mistakes but I had to
put it down to old age, after all, to say that my work suffered because of
my hidden feeling showing up when a boy, then his friend made a pass at me
or was that the other way around?

I found out that Patch had gone down with the measles. He was ordered to
bed for 10 days. I had like everyone else to keep away because I had yet to
have them and I may have passed it on to every one of my tenants. The
children of the tenant's who paid up with a smile would be a target for the
evil bug.

I received a letter.

"Dear Sir, My son Alan has told me of your kindness when he stayed with you
for Patrick's birthday. Since the measles's outbreak he has be forced to be
alone. With friends all spotty he has been unable to even communicate with
them. I know that you invited him to come to your home at any time. Alan
has told us this. We had to find out for ourselves to see if it was
true. We do not have your number so do please call us. (Number was
enclosed.) I look forwards to speaking to you. Philly's Parker, Mrs."

I read it again before I called.

"Mrs Parker?"

"Yes. Who is calling?"

Just a few words later and we were in conversation like we were long lost
friends.

"Well Simon I hope that you do not think that I am being forwards but Alan
has spoken about nothing else but your kindness. Alan is at a complete
loss. From today the school has closed early for fumigation, the measles
seem to have spoken for every other person. The school say it is impossible
to teach. Alan is very much under our feet. He has asked if he might help
you with the collections. I understand that you own properties. That is a
worthwhile thing to do, especially if they are your properties as well. It
would be so helpful if this could be done. We are decorating so the less
clutter the better."

Alan in their opinion was clutter. How could they think such a thing?

"Would you pop over to see us if it can be arranged?"

I just said yes and the address was in my notebook. Alan's parents lived
just 2 doors away from one of my more tops of the range properties. It took
time to get ready but I wondered why I had got dressed up to collect money?
I hope that I had not taken it too much to heart and decided that I was
going to make an impression.

I was steady so it took almost an hour to reach the address. Alan was
sitting in the garden. When I got out of my car, Alan was almost at my
side.

"I hear that you are getting under your parents feet. Could you not help
with the decorating?"

"Me. Help with that. I paint everything accept the walls. I had to change
already. Mum told me to wear my football kit because it would be easier to
clean."

I never noticed. I walked to the door but it was opened before I could
knock.

"You must be Simon. Do come in and we can chat. Alan you wait outside."

Orders, orders and more orders.

"As you can see Simon we are in a state. I know it is a bit of an
imposition but can you use Alan for a few days?"

I looked around. They clearly did not think that their son would be helpful
enough.

"Why don't I make a suggestion? How about Alan come work and stays with me
till the weekend. 4 days should be ample time for you to finish. If you can
pack a bag then Alan can use the spare room and we will get out of your
way."

"Oh shit. Philly's, where did you get this paint? It does nothing but
drip."

"Oh I am sorry but that's the other half. My husband can get so angry
sometimes."

I mentioned in my last chapter that I asked if you had ever wished for the
ground to open and swallow you up because of something completely out of
order that was said? I was just about to do it again."

"My husband can get so angry sometimes."

"I suppose that includes the effect he has on Alan?"

"Simon that is not true. Yes he can be firm and Alan is at that age when he
has to be put under control so."

"Philly's say no more. Now will you pack a bag?"

"I already did. It is by the door."

Alan's father came into the hall.

"If you are selling anything then we are not buying."

"George. This is Simon, you remember, he is Patrick's uncle. Because
Patrick has the measles's Alan is going to work. He is going to be doing
his job. He also going to stay away for the weekend, well the long weekend
and he'll be out of our way."

"Well woman, I do not know how you did it but your brain must have been
working hard to do this. Do not give my son any money young man. He takes
enough from us as it is."

George moved away still cursing the fact that the paint had dripped all
over him. Alan's mother stood with her head bowed. The worst part of all
this was that Alan had heard everything. I could hear his shoes scuffing
against the wooden steps that led to his front door. I took the bag but was
surprised that there was so little affection shown to Alan. His mother's
wave followed by "I know you will be good" was not the end. His father
shouted, "He will behave if he knows what's good for him" With that we made
our way to the car.

"Come on Alan lets go."

I was not surprised that Alan was so distant. Imagine a Tortoise or Turtle
that is happily wandering along eating the delicate food he finds. Suddenly
a predator comes alone so the Tortoise or turtle retracts his head into his
or her shell until the danger had gone. That could be some time. I was
faced with a similar problem. I have been witness to Alan's parents, for so
long he had tried to keep contact with other's to a minimum. He loved his
parents, after all they were his. They had this habit of causing
embarrassing things to happen or said something bad when his friends were
around.

I took a short trip to the car park near the closed school where I stopped
the car allowing myself to look directly at him. For quite sometime there
was nothing. Suddenly Alan looked at me.

"I guess now that you do not want my company. I bet your parents were never
like mine."

It was very hard to know what to do. I looked and watched the tears
fall. Alan's legs were the targets even if he did not aim things that
way. I know I should have said something but all that went through my mind
was a song from a Disney film that I could not remember the title
of. "Drip, Drip, Drip little April showers." As if in slow motion I moved
towards him not the other way around. My arm went around his shoulders.

"Do not worry Alan there is no one around to see you cry or to see that a
man is holding a boy who goes to the school close by. I do not think I am
wrong but I hope you know just how you made me feel last time. I know what
you did for me and with me. Lets leave the rents till tomorrow. I will take
you home and we can talk if you want or even just hug. What do you say to
that?

A quick turn of the head allowed me to see the glazed look. Alan looked at
me, smiled then rested back against me so that I could drive home. It was
just once that he tried to wipe a tear away. The speckles of blue paint
were still over his hands. I never thought about it until today but I had
never driven with one hand before. If we had an accident how would I
explain? I was cuddling an 11-year-old boy when I ran into the other car
officer, do I sound convincing?

When the car stopped I tried to reach Alan's bag. Alan was too quick and I
ended up in the throws of a full hug, which Alan had planned.

"Alan do you know what you are doing?"

I watched while his legs got up onto the chair. He tried to find a space so
that he could straddle me but the steering wheel got in the way. A free
hand moved to the drawstring that was keeping his shorts up. With a tug the
bow opened allowing his other hand to encircle my head. Without holding
back he kissed me hard. I hugged back. The hand that rested around his
waist found the loose pair of shorts. They had not fallen down but were
well on their way. I could feel the material of what were underneath. When
I lifted up my head I could see my hand holding Alan's bum covered in an
orange coloured material. They were boxers because the shape went below the
shorts and hid under what was left sitting on his thigh.

"Let me sort this out. Doing things in the car is awkward but I know a
better place but first we have to talk."

I was careful pulling them up because the bulge at the front clearly liked
the freedom of having the shorts taken away. Alan watched smiling when I
did the bow up so that they were secure. A quick squeeze and stroke of the
lump allowed Alan to take the chance for a final hug in the car. With that
we both left the automobile and headed inside.

I never said where to go or what to do but Alan just took it upon himself
to find the place that his parents had been told he would sleep.

I made a drink for myself but gave Alan the choice of the refrigerator. It
was so simple and without very many words we both found our way to the
settee. Before sitting Alan did what Patch did. He slipped his shoes off
then put them under the chair for safety sake. Safety, being that they were
out of the way. His socks were placed inside the shoes but there was a
place they would be going, that was the washing machine.

"Well Alan lets talk for a bit."

"I am sorry about my dad. He can be very strange sometimes."

"I was not worried Alan. You were though. Do you think that someone like
that could take away my happiness? I was asked if you could stay for a few
days and I said yes. Whatever was said after that did not matter? I had got
something very special but they did not know that. Things would have been
different if you had said what happened before."

"Simon, I wanted that to happen as much as you. If you want to know the
truth then it was I that wanted it more than you."

"Did you realise Alan what you were asking for? I know you never said in so
many words what you wanted but did you understand and if yes how?"

"Patch told me some time back that he had these strange feelings. There was
this girl who went to kiss him, that's when he told me that he did not like
girls. I was at his house when this woman spoke to his mum saying that he
had tried to take her son's shorts off. After his mum hit him he ran
away. I was left to walk home thinking that there would have been no
trouble if Patch had asked me to remove my shorts for him. I lived with
those thoughts for a long time. I never told anyone. When we came here I
had to be careful when Patch said that he liked boys plus you and he had
done things. I was scared so I acted all bigheaded by saying that it was
cool, you know. That night when things happened I was so happy. It was what
I had wanted for two years. When we went home my dad said I looked
different. What could I say? That's because I met a man who fucked me
almost all night dad and I enjoyed it."

I was like a manikin sitting with a cup in its hand. Alan had told me his
innermost feelings as if it were no secret. I was so proud to be in that
room listening. Alan was talking as if this secret he had did not matter.

"Alan I am pleased that you feel comfortable with what happened. You must
be careful though."

"I know Simon. All the secret stuff and the law. How do you think I would
feel or be treated if it got out that I had been a toy boy for an older
man? You do not have to worry. This secret is safer than Fort Knox."

"Alan that's not what I meant. Of course what happened was against the
law. You would not be to blame. It would be so easy to say that I forced
you. Now it has happened I have started to feel different."

"I asked myself if what I was feeling could be... Look I wondered if I was
in love?"

"Are you Alan? Is that what you feel and think?"

"I do not know but I still cannot believe what I did in the car. I allowed,
with all those windows, I let you touch me. You could have done anything
and I would have let you. Do I sound bad?"

"Bad I do not know but I know how it made me feel. With all those windows I
still wanted so much to get those shorts of and well you know the rest."

We both laughed. It was so strange to be sitting with a boy discussing love
in an adult way. I had read and heard that man and boy love happens but
very rarely. I did not know what to say. I had opened my heart to an 11
year old boy who had told me that he was feeling the same then went on to
explain as graphically as anyone could why.

"Simon can I ask you a question please?"

"Alan you can ask me anything but do not be surprised if I cannot answer."

"Why did you stop in the car? I could feel that you wanted to carry on but
rather than do that you did my shorts up and stopped. I liked it when you
were touching my boxers and I knew how you were feeling because of the way
your hand was moving."

"I thought you answered that Alan. The car and all the windows were no
place to do what we were doing."

"Simon, will you undo the string on my shorts or shall I? Do you think that
I would walk up to just anyone and ask them to do it? I am asking you."

I watched when Alan lifted his shirt up to expose the lace that in the car
I had made into a bow.

"I can see that you would like to Simon. Just undo it that's all."

Alan was teasing me now. In this room my eyes were full of the bow. His
shirt lifted showed the button of his belly covered by half the shorts. The
hand that lifted his shirt was stroking his skin that looked like
Alabaster. I moved across to watch what he was doing.

"Would you like to undo this bow? I know you want to stroke my chest. Can
you see how smooth it is Simon? Once the bow is loose you could slip the
shorts down or maybe you want to take them off."

"Alan was becoming far more than the tease I first thought. The requests
had a hint of an order every now and again. I did touch his soft cotton
shorts. There was a feeling of velvet but maybe that's what the
brainwashing was doing. Alan watched all the time. He saw my hand run over
the materiel lifting slightly when the lump at the front was easiest to
touch. I raised my hand to move over it but Alan grabbed my hand forcing it
down and holding it in place. His head bent back and his eyes closed. My
hand was grinded into the lump and I was sure that I could feel movement
under the palm of my hand. Alan moved his hands so that he could rest his
head upon them behind his neck. I was drawn to the bow. Little whispers of
"Go on do it. You know that you want to."

I ran my hands over the waistband of his shorts allowing my fingers to come
into touch with his flesh. Gentle deep breaths. Alan's legs were wide apart
now. I was now kneeling between them. I used both hands to work my way up
until I was in contact with the softest nipples that I had ever felt. They
hardened in my hand. The bow was under my chin. The orders were almost
pleads now. I saw one end of the bow looking at me. I took my teeth and
grabbed it pulling back watching the string open and the bow was no more.

My fingers moved down opening the rest of the string. His shorts were
open. I was looking at him when his lips moved to mine. I was doing my best
to undo the buttons of his shirt while the kissing took its course. Seven
buttons later and what seemed like an hour our lips parted and I saw him
almost at the stage that he wanted. Yes I know he would be at the stage I
wanted also.

I moved to the door. I locked up then turned off the lights leaving just
one small bulb illuminated near to where Alan was resting. When I sat down
ready to start kissing the boy again Alan moved. He was standing in front
of me. The shorts had begun their slow trip to the floor. Alan took off his
shirt but instead of going any further he started to undress me. The shirt
was easy. The trousers with belt just the same. He pushed the zip hard and
down, making it rub over my impending erection. Pulling from the feet I was
helpless to stop Alan taking away my trousers. There I sat in boxers
looking now as Alan removed his shirt. The shorts were almost at knee level
and the bright orange boxers were there to see. I helped him with the
shorts.

I picked up the clothing to place on the chair nearby. My hands slipped
between his legs so they could slide under the shorts hoping to hold any
part of the forbidden flesh. I was stopped. Alan climbed into my lap so
that we could have what can only be described at a romantic kiss combined
with touching that could go as far as it liked. This was the moment I moved
taking the boy with me. I carried him to my bed and stood him up on
it. Almost at eye level I saw the three buttons holding his boxers
up. Clearly they had never been opened before. It took some time to open
them but when they slipped off Alan's naked body it was so much different
than the previous visit.

Lying back on the bed his mousy hair spread out over the pillow. 5 feet 2
inches his feet had a few inches before they were at the bottom. Such
smooth skin. No hairs not even over his legs and arms. I stripped just so
that I could climb over him. I kissed from his toes all the way up to his
hips smelling the infancy that still lingered. Down Alan's tummy to his
chest savouring the nipples was a delight. Taking the long way down I smelt
the aroma that the first pang of sweat gave.

Like the Eiffel Tower my nose was at his erection. 4 inches but very thin I
looked at it making a map of its every shape and contour. The tip of my
tongue flicked at its vulnerability. My lips opened so small. I took it all
tasting the excitement that until that moment had all been in Alan's
brain. Holding tight with my lips the skin retracted just enough to give my
tongue the excitement never before had. The smooth head no bigger than a
tip of a thumb demanded to stay out from its coat. The smooth meeting,
smooth was what happened.

I could feel a gentle movement from Alan, as his hips seem to want to push
his penis in further and harder. I took him stronger and quicker time and
time again. Whimpers of different kinds echoed through the room I was
sucking, licking and kissing. Alan was almost bucking up into my mouth. The
determination for something special was almost there. A single thrust and I
was drinking the sweet seed of the beginning of life. The orgasm caught us
both. I wanted it to be good; Alan wanted it never to stop. Four jets the
fifth just a single drop lay in my mouth. I held the penis while I looked
at him. Alan looked as if he was going to cry so I kissed him. He joined my
tongue in savouring the taste of his sperm. Together we had each other.

We both lay together feeling the warmth of each other after the act of love
had taken place.

Alan wanted to try. He slipped down to me. His lips had to open wide when
he took me in. The suction gave my penis sensations that I could have only
dreamed of. I found myself taking his hair so that I could force myself
even harder into his small mouth. It took just one heave from Alan to know
that I was doing it wrong but it was at that moment I came. The torrent of
seed flowed into him. I watched as he swallowed time and time again. The
final spurt he saved. He held me while the final few drips ran over his
hand, his lips found mine. We both tasted from each other. I took his hand
that was wet from the remainder then sucked each finger and thumb. It was a
wonderful feeling. Alan got on top of me so that I might hug him. My touch
sent him straight off to sleep. I followed soon after. I was pleased to
have covered us with a single sheet. I was lucky, my cover was breathing so
softly, his heartbeats was slowing, his skin was just as soft as when we
started. This was our first !  night. Tomorrow would bring a whole new set
of things but we could do anything. I whispered, "I love you my Alan." His
response was "mmmmmm."



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